I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Fiendfire.

thick smoke.

death.

The passing of a life is accompanied by screams and despair.

Harry couldn't hear him, he was confronting Voldemort.

His parents told him not to let go, this wrestling.

"So he's really a wizard?" an old man emerged from Voldemort's wand. "This fellow is killing me. Fight him, boy."

Another woman appeared, and when she saw Harry, she shouted, "Don't let him go, don't let him kill you, Harry, don't let go."

"We will only be able to stay for a short while after the connection is lost, but we will buy you time, so you leave quickly."

"No, I can't," Harry heard his parents say, still floating.

He had no means of escape, he didn't even know the Apparation Charm, and the Portkey was a one-off, there was no way he could leave.

Once disconnected, he has only one end, and that is death.

But Mother said, "Here comes Dumbledore, Harry."

This sentence injected infinite strength into Harry, and he chose to believe in his mother.

He flicked his wand hard, and the connection was broken.

The image didn't disappear, and flew back and forth towards Voldemort.

Harry crashed into an embrace, it was Dumbledore.

He really came.

Fear flashed across Voldemort's face, and his Death Eaters didn't know why they didn't come.

Aldolph Edgar died, even if he was facing such a situation, he couldn't beat him.

The effect of Sovereignty faded, and Voldemort's wand glowed green.

The Killing Curse turned towards Dumbledore like a thunderbolt.

At this time, a burst of fairy music came.

The green light was swallowed by Phoenix in one gulp, and Phoenix turned into a pile of ashes and fell down.

From the ashes, ugly baby birds reappeared.

Phoenix on fire.

Voldemort sensed that someone was coming again.

This time he was in a state of embarrassment. The strange atmosphere that he had originally appeared on the stage disappeared with a fire and the arrival of Dumbledore.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another person falling from the sky.

The crazy killing intent instantly came to him.

"Reducto"

The white light pierced through where Voldemort originally stood, and the enormous power and the tombstone behind him turned into dust and dissipated.

"Voldemort—!"

John has arrived.

He's crazy.

The magic spell shot out like money, the magic power seemed inexhaustible, and the right hand was grasped in the void.

The Sword of Silver Wick appeared out of thin air, and flames instantly wrapped the blade.

Stretching his wings behind his back, he flapped hard, and he swung his sword at Voldemort from twenty feet away.

The sharp edge of the flame directly opened a sword mark embedded in the ground, and the tombstone in the cemetery was divided into two.

Voldemort took a deep look at John, and without giving him a second chance to act, Apparated away.

Without a trace of pursuit, John turned and rushed towards Fiendfyre.

Here, the man also wearing a silver mask raised his wand in his hand, and his voice was already roaring hoarsely.

"All curses end (Finite)!"

Jin, who is best at Defense Against the Dark Arts, was unable to extinguish the fire.

Obviously he can extinguish all the flames, just like before.

The golden light seemed insignificant in front of the flames, and when John arrived, he saw the person who was burning in the flames.

His eyes turned red, and his magic began to stir.

Dumbledore saw this scene and was about to make a move when he saw a terrifying magic power erupting from John.

The raging Fiendfire seemed to be pinched by a hand at this moment.

There was endless hostility in the scarlet eyes, John raised his sword and slashed out, Fiercefire was forcefully squeezed away by the magic power, parting a path.

"Magic runaway." Dumbledore stared at this scene.

Another man rushed into the fire and brought out the charred body.

The moment the body came out, John saw the clenched hands loosen, and the silver ring and badge fell down.

His feet went limp, and when he was about to fall down, he stood up again and murmured: "By the way, use magic, this is a magical world."

He looked at the big boy who took off his mask and cried bitterly, forced himself to calm down, and said, "Jin, put him down and let me do it!"

Pour out all the Galleons in the small bag, there are tens of thousands there.

Using the Curse of Coins, John watched Gallon's naked eye decrease until they all disappeared.

There was no change in the body, and John thought of his own time magic again.

A golden magic circle appeared on his left hand, and John turned the time.

The body burned by Fiendfire is gradually repairing, which gave John hope.

"Heinrich, I'm here, everything will be settled." He muttered to himself.

There were bursts of black smoke-like things emitting from his body, constantly changing on his body.

The golden sand quickly disappeared in the left hand, and John ignored it until the charred body recovered into a mummified corpse.

The sand on John's body was exhausted, and he shouted: "No, let me continue to repair it!"

"By the way, I still have soul magic."

Talking to himself, John stretched out his right hand again, and the black silk thread was wrapped around the mummy.

But there is no life, and there is no way to heal it.

Cedric fell to his knees, weeping bitterly.

Kim Ledisley, who had taken off his mask, seemed to be unable to accept the result.

John's brain was running fast, and he suddenly turned his head to look in Harry's direction.

Harry was chilled by the sight, John's target was not him.

He walked over quickly and said to Dumbledore, "Professor Dumbledore, Time Turner, we can use Time Turner."

He even forgot his usual disguise, looked at Dumbledore expectantly, and said, "I know you have it, you still have it, give me the Time Converter, and let me revive him."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, he couldn't watch John offend Death, he understood better that the Time Converter couldn't change the result that had been decided.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't give it to you."

John, who had hoped and even flattered him, gradually lost his luster in his eyes.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, the black magic power surged out of John's body, and a deep voice sounded.

"Professor Dumbledore, I want you to give me the Time-Turner, it's supposed to be mine, isn't it?"

The voice was extremely cold, completely different from before, to the point of being suffocating.

Dumbledore could tell that the person in front of him was in an extremely dangerous state.

But he still shook his head and said seriously: "Time is taboo, child."

"Taboo?"

A low laugh sounded, and the originally drooping head suddenly lifted.

There was hatred mixed with anger in those eyes.

"Dumbledore, you are as hypocritical as ever."

"You had a chance to save him just now, but you chose Harry."

"It's you, everything is you!"

Sanity fades away.

The black magic is like a quagmire, trying to drag everyone down.

John said in a resentful tone: "You arrived here first, and you didn't choose Heinrich. Is it because of his family, or because he is not Hogwarts, or because he is not Harry Potter!"

eccentric!

It's not the first time John knows about this.

But he didn't expect that Harry and Voldemort would confront each other while Heinrich was surrounded by Fiendfyre.

Dumbledore chose Harry without hesitation, and even if Dumbledore made a move, Heinrich might be able to survive.

He didn't, he cared more about Harry Potter's life and death.

Fuck the savior, John only wants his friends to live.

Just like now, John said word by word: "Give me something, Dumbledore."

He knows everything.

As he knew, Mundungus was actually still serving Dumbledore.

He thought it would release some kindness and let the old man know he was a good person.

He knew that there were two time-turners from the third-year application, one of which was in Dumbledore's drawer.

He knew that Dumbledore had some fears about himself and was blatantly partial to Harry.

but.

But he is also a student of Hogwarts.

Is not it?

All he wants is fairness.

Even in order to save Heinrich, he may not be fair in the future.

Pointing the sword in his hand at Dumbledore, John took a deep breath and said again expressionlessly: "Give it to me."

As long as there is a time-turner, everything is in time.

"Feel sorry."

Dumbledore put Harry down, looked at John, and replied with the same sentence.

"I can not."

Harry's heart nearly jumped out of his throat, and he couldn't get in.

Faced with the greatest wizard of the century, John nearly collapsed.

"I can't see you being irreversible," Dumbledore said with a complicated expression, trying to get John to turn around, "Don't play with taboos, death is irreversible, and the Time Converter can't do what you said."

John knew he might have been exposed, so what?

He smiled coldly, turned and left.

Playing with taboos?

Who is playing taboo?

And who is there under the guise of being fair?

"You have consumed the last of my affection for you, Dumbledore."

John's footsteps paused slightly, and the expression under the mask was full of indifference.

"Perhaps you think you are superior, but don't forget that there is also a deadly danger in the quagmire."

There were continuous explosions around, and it was people from the security team who had arrived.

Tang Mi appeared with Peter Pettigrew, and he stood silently behind John.

. . .